She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

In the cab to the station, he told me that when he was growing up he'd see a look of pleasure cross his mother's face and ask what she was thinking: she'd say, I was just thinking of your father. "That's how I want us to be," Archie said. I smiled. "What?" I said, "I was just thinking of your father.

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

It scares me. But then I get this big feeling, simple but exalted: He's like me, just with different details.

You did the best you could," and she seemed to believe I had. I said, "I've just been going through the motions," using the expression my father had after he'd watched my first tennis lesson. "Sweetie," she said, "that's what a lot of life is.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You're drinking gasoline to stay warm.